Friday, October 30, 2009

Till Death Do Us Chaste

'Personally I know nothing about sex because I've always been married.'
--Zsa Zsa Gabor


At 8:59 AM, Blogger Pat Washington said...

Ha ha ha ha!!! You made me laugh out loud. And I needed to. Thanks.

At 9:32 AM, Blogger Kim said...

Gotta love those Hungarian women. (I'm Hungarian!)

At 11:19 AM, Blogger John Ettorre said...

Then I'll have to call you daaaaaling, in honor of Zsa Zsa, Kim. And maybe some day I'll get to the bottom of the riddle of why my Italian-American mom always baked Hungarian nut horn cookies. Is that a real Hungrarian delicacy, or possibly an Italian bastardization of your ethnic speciality?

At 1:24 PM, Anonymous mutt said...

Maybe she just liked them.

I borrow from every cooking discipline that appeals to me and if I hit a home run with the family I adopt the recipe as one of my own. I guess we run a home for wayward recipes and do not discriminate on the basis of ethnicity!

My mom was not much of a cook so I only brought a few sacred family recipes with me when I left home. My own children, however, have all learned to cook my versions of their favorites and it gives them an excuse to call me when their memories fail which delights me to see them at home in the kitchen (even the boys!) and to see them making new memories with their own friends and families.

Those of us without a rich ethnic heritage do what we can create a rich though diverse one for our kids.

At 2:19 PM, Anonymous stan said...

Besides, bastardization is such a cruel word for a tasty love child. Adoption fits my taste tryst since I love nuts in any language.

At 2:25 PM, Blogger John Ettorre said...

Great to see your name back in the comments, Stan. You've been missed, even if I've never been able to figure out who you are. We like having you around all the same.

At 12:55 PM, Blogger Kim said...

Call me Magda, the unknown 3rd Gabor sister. I've never slapped a cop, I don't believe.

Funny thing, my Hungarian family adopted & made pizzelles. Maybe all us Euros just wanted a melting pot, eh?

At 1:57 PM, Blogger John Ettorre said...

There you go. That sounds like an ideal cultural exchange. And for the record, Hungarian nut horns blow pizzelles out of the water. It occurred to me as I thought about this how relatively little attention there is to dessert in Italian cuisine, with the possible exception of cannoli (as the hit man famously said in The Godfather, "leave the gun, take the cannoli."). That's no doubt a result of the fact that we've generally gorged ourselves on the heavy main dishes to the exclusion of what comes after.


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